Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Index,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.